How much time had passed since Shinseon left?
"Puuu... Haa..."
In the dead of night, when all the pigs in this pen—not to mention the ones in the next sty—were fast asleep, rubbing against their fellow swine, this was the hour.
The other pigs, in these cramped pens, would push away those invading their personal space with their own bodies or roll around, yet without exception, each and every one of them slept soundly, snoring dorong-dorong.
In contrast, the lucky sow (this was how Eleonora was perceived among the pigs) who was absurdly luxuriating in having an entire pen to herself, Eleonora, was just groaning and tossing and turning.
"Hheueuk...!"
It itched.
Her body felt so ticklish she couldn't stand it. She needed to be in perfect condition to face the villain who would come tomorrow to commit more atrocities against her... For that, she tried desperately to sleep, but ever since a while ago, the itching had Eleonora panting, exhaling breaths filled with agony.
"During the day, it was surely just a stinging sensation... Just a bit of itching accompanying the sting, that should have been all...!"
Could it be that he did something to this straw?
No. After she had stirred, torn apart, and flung it about countless times, trying everything she could, the result was that this straw was really just straw.
Just ordinary straw you could find anywhere, not laced with poison like the food scraps he gave her. Then, was it because she slept on the straw?
That wasn't it either.
During her travels, when circumstances prevented her from finding an inn, like when roads were cut off, she had slept in nearby stables using straw as a bed, and it had been fine.
Moreover, no matter how much her strength was limited by the Mithril Piercing now, would a Grandmaster's body like hers feel a sting from merely sleeping on straw?
Then what is it? What is the problem?
"Hheueuk... Why, why is it so itchy...!!"
Everywhere except her belly and face itched. Most places were tolerable. She had trained naked in tropical rainforests during midsummer for mental discipline, being bitten by all sorts of insects, so she was conditioned to handle ordinary itching.
But one place in particular, the one and only place that hadn't been trained, was driving her insane.
"Why in the world, whhhyyy... is my pussy, my pussy so itchy...!!"
There are few who don't know the term 'Achilles' heel'. It's a representative word used today to signify a fatal weakness, stemming from the Greek hero Achilles of the Trojan War. His mother, Thetis, dipped the infant Achilles into the River Styx to make him invulnerable, but the heel she held him by didn't touch the water, leading to his death later.
"Hheueueuk...!!"
And while it's almost embarrassing to call it a fatal weakness here, Eleonora's current Achilles' heel was precisely her pussy, or more accurately, her clitoris, which even now stood stiffly, asserting its presence along with the bell-shaped piercing beyond her leggings.
All parts of her body were itchy as well.
But that much was something she could endure, compared to the venomous insects like mosquitoes that had bitten her in the rainforest.
But who would have known that her clitoris, that bean-sized little nub she was almost embarrassed to call a part of her body, would drive her to such madness?
"I was complacent...! Back then, I should have trained meticulously, even getting my pussy bitten by insects! I, I should have at least trained my pussy, even if not my clitoris, Hheuuung...!"
Why hadn't she trained her pussy back then?
Why hadn't she asked the insects to bite her pussy and clitoris back then?
If it were just simple itching, it wouldn't be a problem, but the stimulation starting from her crotch was awakening the sensations all over her body that she had been numbly suppressing.
"It's dangerous... If this continues, it's dangeeouss...!"
Just as even the sturdiest dam can collapse from a single small crack, Eleonora was now showing preliminary signs of collapse due to the itching and stimulation felt from her pussy and clitoris.
Although her body didn't necessarily require sleep to recover the mental strength whittled away after being toyed with and violated by Shinseon yesterday and the day before, sleep was essential.
As mentioned before, an essential element of being fully prepared to face him was strong mental fortitude, the resolve never to yield to him!
She couldn't delay any longer.
Judging by the moonlight slowly moving past the center of the sky, this dawn wouldn't last much longer. Two hours? No, even one hour would be fine.
She needed to sleep.
But to do that...
"...It's a necessary, act!"
It was an absolutely necessary act to stand up proudly against his malice. Finally jerking upright from her spot, Eleonora left her bedding and moved her steps to a corner of the pen.
"...A foul smell."
The pungent smell grew stronger the closer she got to the corner. Right beneath her, the smell of pig waste was terribly strong, but Eleonora blushed at another, familiar stench mingling within it.
'One can't expect much from a pigpen, but...'
Arriving at her secret spot, a place that particularly reeked of human urine, where she had been discreetly relieving herself away from Shinseon's notice, Eleonora let out a deep sigh and muttered.
"Because it's a necessary, act...!"
Eleonora's black leggings were swiftly pulled down by her hand, and simultaneously, her plump, pale buttocks were revealed in the moonlight that happened to slant in at that moment.
And then,
"Haaauuuu...♥"
The refreshing sensation that miraculously washed over her the moment she removed her leggings. Was it like the relief of a throbbing tooth finally being pulled out? Or the feeling of plunging into an oasis appearing before her after a grueling march through a scorching desert nearing 50 degrees Celsius?
Or the feeling of taking a deep breath of air in a forest where elves live, far from human cities? etc., etc. In any case, for a brief moment, the strange, all-encompassing refreshment was so profound that no amount of flowery language would suffice, and the corners of Eleonora's mouth melted into a blurry smile.
"The cold dawn air brushes past my clitoris... It's making it even more sensitive.."
Fearing that a rat might hear her words, she buried the last part deep in her chest. Eleonora slowly began to lower her head, and her trembling gaze soon fell upon none other than her own clitoris.
Jingling-
"...This is the last time."
After one final sweep of her surroundings to confirm there were no watchful eyes, Eleonora's hand began to cautiously reach towards her clitoris. Soon, the bell she resented in so many ways was pinched between her thumb and forefinger.
Squueeze,
"Hheup...!"
For now, the stinging or itching sensations she felt from her crotch were gone, but the problem was her rubbing her thighs together just moments ago to relieve the itch.
Of course, now she was in the state of a sow, a Grandmaster. But those years were merely a fleeting moment, an extremely small part of her 28 years of life so far.
"The fabric is caught between my thighs, and it's pulling on my clitoris. It's pulling. Aaaghh...!"
Now she had reached a level where she could control her desires (although lately it hasn't been going well, mind you.), but before that, it was only natural that she felt desires for food, sleep, and, most relevant to the current problem, sexual desire.
"It hurts, it hurts so much I feel like crying even now... But I can't stop...!"
She had been so devoted to training that she had no time for relationships with the opposite sex, but that didn't mean she was unaware of methods to relieve this calamitous sexual desire suddenly sprouting vigorously within her body.
"Heut, Hah-heueueuk... To think, I'd end up doing, this kind of thing again, aaaghh...!"
The problem was that her knowledge pool was too shallow. The method she used to try and relieve her sexual desire was merely at the level of rubbing her thighs together and praying for her sexual desire to be relieved, like performing a rain dance.
She was firmly under the misconception that rubbing her thighs together, like just before and like now, was the surefire remedy for this unnecessary, useless, and obscene desire.
But now it was different.
"It's not enough... This isn't working...!"
Unlike before, Eleonora was now a female who knew the taste of a male's cock and semen.
In a way, this also meant she had grasped a faint but tangible clue to the new realm she had been so desperately seeking.
"Should I... put it in...?"
And because of her experience during the day, Eleonora already knew the method to quell this heat now burning within her pussy.
Hadn't she done it herself?
So vigorously, even under the gaze of countless eyes.
And it wasn't just playful teasing; he had spread her, torn her apart, and churned her inside.
Yes, she already knew.
Creeak-
"Ah...♥"
This is it.
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